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Time is round, and it rolls quickly.
You can't keep counting forever
Right now counts forever.
You staying home all alone on New Year's Eve? Unthinkable. Take my advice ... the countdown should be shared with someone, or it's just another set of numbers passing you by.
Goodness me, the clock has struck-
Alackday, and fuck my luck.
I keep my clocks a little fast / so time won't take me by surprise.
But now, it's almost six o'clock,
Outside, the clear-cut strokes of the town clock counting
Tonight was 25 July. Seven more days until 1 August.
Now's the day and now's the hour.
Silently time sneaks up on you, each hour
gone is followed by a worse one.
I'm done counting days. Now because of you I'm making the days count.
How do you tell time here?'
'It'll get hotter,' says Thermo. 'We can meet when we feel like we're baking.'
'That'd be now,' says Howler.
'We'll meet when Howler feels like he's burning and the rest of us feel like we're baking,' says Raffe.
Tonight's December thirty-first, something is about to burst. The clock is crouching, dark and small, like a time bomb in the hall. Hark, it's midnight, children dear. Duck! Here comes another year!
No hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.
If timing is everything, what time is it?
Hosting various versions of my countdown program has kept me extremely busy, and I loved every minute of it.
My days keep getting shorter. When I'm a hundred, I'll be going to bed before I get up.
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
When you wake up tomorrow, another day is behind you. The days add up; the weeks run together; the months become years.
Our lives have a countdown clock that we can't see. Mine reminds me to only do work that matters.
This day is not a sieve, losing time. With each passing minute, each passing year, there's this deepening awareness that I am filling, gaining time. We stand on the brink of eternity.
Since thou are not sure of a minute, throw not away an hour.
Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still - until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.
close to midnight. I don't want to ask
The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.
There's two dates in time
That they'll carve on your stone
And everyone knows what they mean
What's more important
Is the time that is known
In that little dash there in between
That little dash there in between
The time on either side of now stands fast.
Whenever you can, count.
The house clock, place certain there at the bottom of things, strikes the half hour dry and null. All is so much, all is so deep, all is so dark and cold!
Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).
A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.
Sometimes you count the days, sometimes you weigh them.
The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment.
till dawn are we.
I ask you for the time of day, you tell me how to build a clock!
Balls to ten minutes.
I avoid looking at the clock, fearing the slow passing of time that will only seem slower if I watch its progress.
Each minute that passes is one fewer in this house. In this life.
Don't just count your days, make your days count.
The game isn't over till the clock says zero.
Forty minutes, times sixty seconds, that's twenty-four thousand seconds to go.
Each hour, Each day
The hands of a clock will find their way home.
Time hurries by, we're here and gone.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
We progress a step farther, in each tick of the clock
I'll count the very seconds until I see you again.
We all have a set number of days to indent the world with our beliefs, to find and create the beauty that only a finite existence allows for, to wrestle with the question of purpose and wrestle with our answers.
It's 7:42 on a Tuesday when the phone rings. I only notice the time because I'm watching Wheel of Fortune, which is so boring that I think I might be better entertained if I turned off the TV and stared at the blank screen.
Time is running out, but what is it running toward?
Humans all want to beat the clock but nobody ever does.
Let us love the passing hour, let us hurry up and enjoy our time.
Blue glanced at her watch. A few minutes until eleven. The old legends recommended the church watch be kept at midnight, but the dead kept poor time, especially when there wasn't a moon.
Three o'clock. Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon.
My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.
Its time I hear the clock
Tick tock tick tock
Go and killl the bad inner being
In you soul it has neva been..!!
I clear breakfast at ten o'clock. I set on lunch at one. Dinner I set on at six. It's ten o'clock.
Dusk would fall in another hour. He
Its five o'clock some where
Ready for the countdown,' shouted Winifred.
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Lift off !
And the sleigh budged. Quite a bit.
Time needs another minute.
TIME
Time
goes round and round
the spinning clock,
until the fateful day
time
folds it's tired hands
and
stops.
Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.
The clock sweats out each minute
of what meat is left to us.
The digital clock that sat on the empty bookcase blinked insistently in the dim room. It was an hour and thirty-five minutes off, but Archie had never bothered to reset it, he just did the maths to calculate the time.
See the clock only when you have No work ... Don't see the clock when you are working ... Clock is a lock for success
Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd;
How long, how short, we know not: - this we know,
Duty requires we calmly wait the summons,
Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.
The ticking of the clock has gotten so loud." - 74
Is it my birthday again? Already? Where does the time go?"
"Behind us
or in front. It depends on which way you are looking.
There are more clocks than ever - clocks on computers, on cell phones, on televisions, on any screen available, telling time to the digital second - but they all seem to matter less.
Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.
Turn the clock to zero, honey, we're starting up a brand new day.
Time is running out for us But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in the wishing well For us You just move your hands upon the wall
Time is purple / Just before night.
Fate carries its own clock.
Time is numbered only to man.
Eight minutes past the hour here in Belgium - and presumably eight minutes past the hour everywhere in the world.
If you try to impress an alarm clock, it will simply tell you the time.
I have no sense of time, and I'm a dreamer.
As a way of getting in touch with my origins
every night I set the alarm clock
for the time I was born so that waking up
becomes a historical reenactment and the first thing I do
The countdown reached ten seconds and I could almost hear an invisible crescendo of stirring background music. 'Anchors aweigh!' Five, four, three, two, one ... and we had ignition!
Some days are meant to be counted, others are meant to be weighed.
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Memory
The tick tock tick tocks goes the clock
The memory in my heart not aged but I am aged,
As the tick tock tick tock goes on.
The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.
You gave me Forever with the numbered days, and I am grateful
How long a time lies in one little word?
Does anyone find it ironic how a program aimed at old people is called 'Countdown'?
You can't set a clock for yourself. If you do, you are not a writer.
I'm seventeen. Seems like I only blinked and here I am. I'm speeding like a rocket toward death. I'm spiraling toward the end of now and the start of infinity. It's a countdown. But to what? Can't gift wrap eternity.
No more tomorrows. Today is the day.
We are in the final minutes in the day of our lives, and the clock is ticking. Loudly. I wonder if I am the only one who can hear it.
Time crawls in the silence. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
Days pass, time ticks away, seconds click forward like dominoes toppling in a line.
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
Time for the world to end.
Night falls fast. Today is the past.
Time is eternity begun.
Every second counts
Every clock is a bomb, ticking away at the minutes of our lives, counting off the seconds one by one before we die.
At birth a heart it given a certain number of beats. The clock is counting them off one by one and will not allow a man any more than his allotted share.